April 13, 2012
I don't think i have known another poet as unselfish as Nye; most of her poems feel like her extended hand touching - stroking, petting, warming - another person... or animal. Just like in her other collections of poetry, she moves between death and the living and then back again, finding the beauty in both, while her words both vex and comfort. She dedicates this book to her father and in one section, she borrows lines from his diary for titles of eleven poems, as well as writes in his voice. Deeply moved and moving, but always with a hint of humor and irony. "Here's a line of silent palm trees./It's as if you answered the phone." (from "Ringing") Nye's lines have been helping me deal with my own losses. Do yourself a favor; read this book.
Susan E. Nyikos, Amazon reviewer